Hal
I learned these alternate lines:

The horses run around, their feet upon the ground
Who'll wind the clock while I'm away

A snake's belt slips because he has no hips,
And his waistline is just below his necktie.

Go get the axe, there's a hair on baby's chin,
And a boy's best friend is his mother.

We feed the baby garlic
So we can find him in the dark